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Мова пісні: Англійська
Verified |
| I remember we ain’t have shit |
| Now look at us, both verified, fuckin' bad bitches |
| Bro, I done drove fast whips, bro, I done crashed whips |
| I don’t care if she a lame ho or if she a rat bitch |
| I’ma fuck her like my main, treat her like a fat bitch |
| I don’t care about my last bitch, let my mans hit |
| I just checked my bank account, this shit outrageous |
| Woke up with no socks on, I feel like a caveman, look |
| Ayy, bust a nut, fell straight to sleep, got her ass heated |
| Bro asked, «Was her pussy good?» Shit, I caught amnesia |
| Nigga said fuck my dead brother, made his ass meet him |
| Have to pay for them words like a rap feature |
| Draco with the long nose, look like an anteater |
| Fendi prints, put the F’s on her like a gas meter |
| Bag touch, I’m passin' out F’s like a mad teacher |
| Say she want me and Tay B, we gon' tagteam her |
| Ayy, told Dugg to bring 42, she want four too |
| This little shit these niggas signin' for, we gon' blow through |
| Y’all niggas trippin' over hoes, that’s what we don’t do |
| Arguing with your bitch every day is what you go through |
| On the phone beggin' for her back, on your cryin' shit |
| Gave you a lil' trophy, one year, on my Kawhi shit |
| You like Curry shootin' from the three, you can’t buy a brick |
| She said she ain’t fuck me, she a lyin' bitch |
| Yeah, and she be suckin' dick (Rat) |
| Five hours to the K, she a fuckin' trip |
| Nine hours to the ten, we gon' fuck again |
| High-fivin' with my mans, you can fuck her friend |
| I might up a couple hundred, what’s a fuckin' Benz? |
| Rose and light AP, nigga, one-of-one (Duh) |
| Bitches call me Calipari, I know one-and-dones |
| And we ain’t thinkin' 'bout your nigga, he a fuckin' bum |
| Huh, nigga cappin' like he one of us |
| Bitch, I’m sittin' on racks like a honey bun |
| You sound dumb as fuck, you think we ain’t bring them drums with us |
| One on ones, in here punchin' up like an uppercut |
| Yeah, every nigga on this fuckin' song been a hundred up |
| I’ma be up a half a mil' when the summer up |
| I know these niggas sick, they can’t stomach us |
| Your bitch suck me out my skin like a tummy tuck |
| Can’t none of y’all lil' niggas fuck with me (At all) |
| I ain’t payin' the ho for nothin', she a fuckin' freak |
| Left wrist, right wrist four thousand a piece |
| Probably hit his baby mama, he got a problem with me |
| Heard I hit a nigga sister, that was all facts |
| Played Bape in '18, now we off that |
| Sell dope and chase dreams, we don’t all rap |
| Naw, nigga, we don’t all rap |
| Heard I hit a nigga mama, that was real shit |
| Lost five hundred thousand, but I’m still lit (Turnt) |
| I ain’t pourin' Belvedere, I’m pourin' real Cris' |
| Only real niggas feel this |